I really am a daydream believer. Maybe it’s because I was bored in school – that certainly led to my son being a daydreamer. Maybe it’s because I’m a pisces. Maybe it’s just me.
I don’t really know how to elaborate on the fact that I’m a daydreamer and always have been. But I do have an unrelated story about this song, so I’ll tell that instead.
I can’t tell you exactly what year it was, but I think I was probably in my late teens. I’m thinking 17 or 18. We went round to the house of a couple that Mum and Dad were friends with. I think (but don’t quote me on this) that it was just me with Mum and Dad. The couple’s son was there too, and he was a bit older than me. And really cute.
We played Balderdash, which was hysterical. I kept doing sensible answers, and the ‘grown ups’ were doing ridiculous answers. Which of course meant I won. It was so funny though. When they read out all the answers, Dad would laugh so hard he’d wheeze, and that would set me off. That was the first time that I realised that Dad and I have the same laugh. I have a loud laugh like my older sister, but when I’m seriously laughing, the can’t-stop-but-my-tummy-hurts kind of laughing, I do this silent wheeze of a laugh that Dad does.
Anyway, after that, we went outside and sat in the garden and Dad got his guitar out. When I was a kid, it was common for Dad to take his guitar everywhere and there were often impromptu jam sessions or singalongs. It was just something I’d always known. After a while, this good looking son of the neighbours wanted to hear a particular song. Except he couldn’t remember the name of the song. Or the artist. Or the lyrics. All he could remember was “my shaving razor’s cold and it stings”. Eventually, after quite some time, Dad figured out that it was Daydream Believer by the Monkees and sang it for him. I was genuinely shocked that he figured it out from that line. And to this day I still can’t figure out how the hell that guy’s brain managed to latch onto the most obscure line in that whole damn song.
I miss impromptu jam sessions. Man, writing this made me want to go and visit Dad.